Quietly

I try not to take the good days, the quiet days, the only a little anxious days for granted as time and time again I've been reminded that those days aren't always here.  And in that sort of way where you hear the quiet more once you've turned off the noise, the quiet days where things are imperfect but fine are very missed when the days are rough.

I remember distinctly trying to enjoy the America that was in the weeks and months leading up to the change in power, and maybe I'm wanting to do the same with the Canada that currently is in case something like that shifts the calm up here too.